By the time I got home it was around midnight.  I knew that my boyfriend was at my apartment waiting for me.  He had texted me when he got done with his practice a few hours ago.  I reached into my pocket to pull out my keys to unlock the door.  I could hear the mumble of the television through the door.  I couldn’t make out what he was watching, but my best guess was that he was watching Pokémon that he had recorded on my DVR when he couldn’t sit down to watch them.

            I slid the key into the lock, and unlocked the dead bolt.  “Oppa,” I said softly as I walked into the small apartment. I didn’t get an answer, so my thought was that he must have fallen asleep.  I closed the door and locked the dead bolt; the light of the television was enough for me to walk into the kitchen.  The images that flashed on the screen proved that my thought was right.  Jongup had been watching Pokémon and had fallen asleep, and I don’t blame him.  He had a rough past days, along with me.